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Morphine Room

Morphine Room

Painfully sterilized, spitting images of clean pervade these protracted halls.
They cannot façade these shadowed stains on the hollow walls.
I find a seat, to hear a most horrifying story, of defilation and degradation.
Suddenly her beautiful black hair dims, and tears.
Her eyes, her ears, fingertips, belly button and toes drip of pain.

Rape is a word that contains a remembered face, of everyone around you.
Her world lies in my hands, in the form of a pyramid.
I watch helplessly, as it slowly crumbles and implodes.
I weep, with the background knowledge, that this, is only part one.

Child murals glow radiantly, mutilating all hope;
They cannot façade these shadowed stains on the hollow walls.
She’s going psychopathic alone in that fuckin’ hospital room.
Her tragedy is your inspiration, you sick sonofabitch.

Aspirin cannot ease this pain. Not 937 milligrams, all they had in storage.
So I took it all, so plain and stale.
I hoped to hell these thousand fluid ounces of morphine, would not fail.
So I stuck the needle through my heart, and let it pump to overdosage.

Skin turns clammy, sweaty. My breath pace quickens and quickens.
Is she okay? Her words resound in my head, ricocheting like rubber round the room. Impassioned wounds open, puckered up like thirsty lips.
Hobbling over to her bed, the line is too blurry, please someone tell me;
Is she okay? I need to know, before I mentally deconstruct.
Self-destruction.

Author notes

It's about how rape effected me, as a friend of a victim, and the victim herself, and my anger towards the person that did it.

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  • Pebbles
    December 2, 2007
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    Some beautifully written work here. You have talent. Words cannot really describe how I feel towards you. But I can say that your poem really made me think, I can't really remember the last time I thought about something like this in such great detail. Thank you for sharing this. I'm glad you entered.
    Keep on going.
    Good luck in the contest.
    Pebs

  • torn-apart-angel
    March 1, 2007

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    wow this is beautifulo. im srry i didnt comment on it when you entered the contest but believe me i read it and ever other one in it. welll...great writing and sorry it took so long


  • perfect relief
    February 28, 2007

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    Yet again, beautiful use of language. I love the varying style of your words. I also like the last line of the first stanza; I think it may be my favorite line in the whole thing. You use body parts that many would deem insignificant, but to have some of the smallest parts of one's body "drip of pain", it makes iit seem so real.


  • Nereida Nightshade
    February 19, 2007

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    Wow this is a very personal write and very gripping and strong. It sends chills down my spine. Thanks for entering it in my contest it was a powerful read!


  • hopelessly-broken
    February 15, 2007

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    i am very sorry for what u and your friend went through nobody should have to go through that, its horirble. anyway take care and if u need ot talk let me know XoXoX

  • perfect relief
    February 9, 2007

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    Nice use of language. Bravo! I like the word choice of your piece.

    Good luck in the contest. Thanks for entering.


  • forget my memories
    January 24, 2007
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    wow. amazing job. i will deff. keep you in mind as i juge great job!


  • Dark Phoenix
    January 19, 2007

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    You've left me speechless; I truly don't know what to say in the wake of this poem. I'm very sorry this happened to you and your friend; I have friends of my own that had to deal with rape, and it's hard for me not to want to hunt down the people who did something so disturbing and vile to my loved ones. It must've been hard to deal with, and perhaps just as hard to write. Bravo on an amazing work. You caught my attention immediately by the first word, and had me clinging to my chair for more. I hope all your poems are this beautiful. Thank you for entering the contest, and good luck.

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